Psalmist Angela White Carter...

Psalmist Angela White Carter

COMING OCTOBER 29, 2011
"The Live Recording"



To Be Held at:

Shady Grove Baptist Church
101 Corinth Church Road
Petal, MS 39465

www.shadygrove-church.org

A Letter from "Mom n Dad"...

A Letter from "Mom n Dad"...

My Child,

When I get old, I hope you understand 'n have patience with me
In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight, I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse 'n I can’t hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’
Please repeat what you said or write it down.

I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.
Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.

Do you remember when you were little 'n you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over 'n over until you get what you wanted.
Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don’t force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older.
'n if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes.
I’m always all by myself all the time, 'n have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested in my stories, please have time for me.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes, 'n I get ill 'n bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.
When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand 'n give me strength to face death.

'n don’t worry..
When I finally meet our creator, I will whisper in his ear to bless you. Because you loved your Mom 'n Dad.

Thank you so much for your care.
We love you. ! ♥

Words Can and Do Hurt!

As a kid you might have said a nursery rhyme often: sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words can never hurt me, but as you grew up, you found out that that is not true...words do hurt you and words can cause death..death of relationships, death of friendships, death of a career, death of a marriage, death of a god life, your life and your future and the life and future of others connected to you. So watch not only what you do but truly watch what you say at all times.

And be mindful that too ..it's not always what you say but how you say it. And if you don't want a person in your space or in your life, don't speak harshly to them or about them, just be honest and tell them you don't want them around and don't wait on them to leave you, you leave them alone.

Proverbs 18:21 reminds us of this one thing: Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

Proverbs 13:3 says: He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin.

You can begin to measure the good things in your life by the good words that come out of your mouth, let them produce good fruits: great relationships, great friendships and a great life. Amen?